Today marks the last post in the blogtember challenge. Although I have participated in many of the posts, there were days when I felt I didn’t want to focus on the prompt or I was simply too overwhelmed with my daily life to write. It has been good to have some form of a rhythm that I hope I can continue as we move into October.
Today’s prompt is to share a photo of something old. Maybe something that has personal history and has special meaning. Tell us about it and why it’s special.
I could share with you many photos of something old that has meaning to me. This past summer has been nothing but going through the lives of my mother and grandmother, discovering items that I knew about and items that I knew nothing about. An example is when I found my mother’s handmade (by my Nanny) wedding gown at the bottom of her cedar chest. I had never asked my Mom where the gown was and additionally I had no idea that Nanny had made it. (As my Dad was a widower, my parents were married at a small ceremony in my grandparent’s home so nothing too fancy). It was a treasure to find.
The photographs I’m attaching include the handmade quilt which was on my Mom’s bed when I took everything off. The quilt was pieced by my great-grandmother and finished by my Nanny. Nanny gave all of us a quilt at special times in our lives and this was one of my Mom’s. There are many things I find special about this quilt and one being that the small pieces are from dresses that my great grandmother once wore. Additionally, although you can not tell in this picture, my great grandmother had precise stitching which looks as if it were done by a machine. There is a lot of love in this piece.
Over the summer, I brought this quilt home with me. After I washed it and brought it out of the dryer, I couldn’t help but wrap myself in it. It was truly a significant moment for me as the warmth helped me to feel the love of these amazing women who are no longer with me. Yes, I laid on my bed, wrapped up in this quilt and cried a little – imagining that all three of them were there with me.
I am now the lucky owner of several beautiful quilts but I feel connected to this quilt because of that summer afternoon.
Like any good southern girl, I received my own cast iron skillets when I was married. However those skillets are nothing compared to the ones above. These skillets are my Mom’s and I can remember what she used to make in each of them. We show others how much we love them by feeding them and my Mom was a good cook. When I was little (and didn’t care about how bad some foods were), she would make fried potatoes in the large skillet and she would bake sweet cornbread in the small one.
I am going to assume she received hers when she was married also. It would be interesting to know exactly how many meals were prepared in these skillets. Due to my own dietary issues and concerns, I cook differently but there are still meals I can prepare in these skillets. It’s nice to think that as I do, I’m continuing to have a little of my Mom there with me.
Take a few minutes and think about what you own that has been passed down to you. Take time to enjoy it and don’t just place it in a shelf or a drawer.